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Brinnea gathered her followers around her in the quiet clearing. The dank haze of Duskwood permeated all around them into a thin mist that shrouded the expressions on each of her allies’ faces. The dark made them all but invisible from more than a few feet away. She knew only two of them by name by ...

It's awesome to see you moving up to bigger and better things, Thom! And I'll be thrilled to get to rp with you again. One of these days I plan on writing a book or two myself, and I definitely understand what you said about the sanctum being influential. RP stories like the ones I wrote here were s...

It was a dark and stormy night... Of course, the Eye of Netherstorm was always stormy, but this one was particularly nasty. I stood still and adamant beside the Horde soldiers to my right. We were surrounded by a purple luminescent shield that protected us from the violent lightning storm until it p...

Gilneas. The land that had once been my home was now ravaged by the hellfire of war. The land was plagued, the forests burned, and I hungered for the flesh of my enemies. I pulled my hammer out of the skull of a Worgen I had killed and began to put away my weapon when I heard a howl behind me. As I ...

Darkness. That is all that awaited me in this strange new world. I was surrounded by an eternal emptiness, forever expansive. No emotion or physicality followed me here. All that was left was the void. I drifted for what seemed an eternity, until finally I sensed a new presence. Light, eternal and u...

((An old post and the start of a re-telling of Parigan's history. This was my first rp toon, and the stories that follow are some of my first as a roleplayer. They are graphic, and depict scenes of violence, gore, death, and morbid imagery.)) I wasn't born to rule kingdoms or fight for what I think ...

Brinnea flew over a land of plague and decay on the back of her onyx wind serpent. The reddish, pestilent land of eastern Lordaeron gave way to the grey, dead land of the Ghostlands. Further north, the glimmering gem of Eversong sat waiting. The General’s words echoed in her mind, “Silvermoon, Brinn...

((Re-formatting logs is hard)) Brinnea is curled in a ball beside a low fire. She is battered and scarred, her shirt and pants torn in several places and stained with blood and gore. She seems distant and unresponsive as the stranger approaches... Order Mage would gaze at the woman laying before him...

“You don’t have to lie to me. Not anymore.” Brinnea’s guild stone crumbled in her hand. It was done. Her only remaining link to the Empire was now nothing but dust. She flexed her fingers and told herself this was the way it had to be. She almost believed it. Doubt thundered in the horizon of her mi...